At 3:30 we approached the small island of Tagapula and tried to land. Shore too rocky. David got ashore in a native boat and Hugo and Fenton got in from the launch to look for palms. I landed with Anne and Marian in another cove. Anne decided to try and cross the ridge to the next cove where David was while I stayed with Marian. The junk lay off the shore. A hut there with some natives, one a girl who looked as though she had leprosy. The others were apathetic and took little interest in our arrival. We finally all got back to the junk after a rather disorganized afternoon. Nothing of importance discovered.
Anchored for the night in a small bay on the West coast of the island after a rather difficult time finding anchorage. Water showed 20 fathoms 300 yards from shore.